Why you dirty rotten …Xz*^$%(#$…
When I was about 10 years old… I had a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. The bigger and dirtier the words were…the bigger I felt. The fact that the sequence of the words made absolutely no sense…well, didn’t bother me…as I didn’t know the difference. Though I’ve never been a smoker… I guessing it could be comparable as to how a 10 year old might feel “puffing on a cigar.” Maybe a bit ‘Al Copone’ish.’ It definitely made me feel like a “big-shot.”
My older brother’s friends would get a “verbal whipping from me,” whenever they came over for a visit. Had it not been for their respect for my brother, I would have been the one that got the whipping. When I turned 14, and came to realize that God didn’t like that kind of talk… all that non-sense STOPPED…and by the Grace of God… NEVER returned. In nearly 58 years of marriage… my children, and wife… have only heard one cuss word come out of my mouth (damn). It scared them to death… and me too. My Dear Mother…used to tell we three boys…whenever you use ‘one particular word…’ think about it being in your mouth…” WOW!
If only… I had such ‘good control’ over some of the other ‘nonsense’ in my life. But…I keep trying.
I don’t tolerate “anyone” cussing around me. If they start throwing around slang … they’ve lost all of my attention…if not, then…my respect. I attended an important City Government Meeting several years ago, and a local, and respectable (??) attorney began his presentation with all this “foul language.” I simply got up and left the meeting. Later, the Chief of Police (who was conducting the meeting, and had invited me to attend…) asked why I had left. I explained that I had ‘no tolerance’ for such disrespectful talk, and suggested that he might consider the same. He wasn’t offended, and while we’re still friends… I was not invited back. His tolerance level for gutter-talk, seemingly… had no boundaries.
I once worked for a fellow, many years ago, and a decent guy too, who had a practice of cussing people, belittling them. I had heard it time and time again. I was just waiting for him to get around to me… and he did. He said what he said, and the very next morning; I called him away from the other people for a private conversation. I told him that my Mother taught me to respect others, and that cursing them was a form of disrespect… that I would not accept that type of treatment, and that I was giving him a two-week notice. He was shocked at my response.
He apologized profusely, and promised not to do it again. Over the next six months that I remained in his employ… I NEVER heard him talk like that… at least, not in my presence; nor had I heard of him doing it. I stood my ground, and he respected me for it. We remained friends over the next 45 years.
My last example is… I have another acquaintance that uses God’s name in vain, all too frequent. He claims to do it…only when he’s mad (which seems to be often), and justifies it by saying… God knows that I don’t mean it, that I’m just mad. Sorry… that doesn’t hold water. We are told, clearly, in Exodus 20:7 – “Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.” How plain can it get? There is no grey area… no ifs, ands, and buts.
If one cannot express themselves without resorting to a vulgar vocabulary, then they should remain silent. Ephesians 4:29 – Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. Matthew 15:10-11 – And he called the people to him and said to them, “Hear and understand: it is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth; this defiles a person.”
…Blessings… cjlb… 2/16/17